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A Laughing Labour

There’s being confident; overly confident; viciously over-confident; and then there is haughtiness.

“Are you signing up for the Epidural?” asked a fellow mum-to-be at the ante-natal class in the hospital. We learnt that there are 3 common pain management options during labour – Inhaling Nitrous Oxide, Injecting Morphine, Administering an Epidural. Without getting into the technicalities of them I will just mention that epidural is the sure shot way of no or least pain and the other 2 are just partial pain numbing mechanisms. On the flip side, epidural, if not injected properly, might cause side effects.

“Naaah”, said I. My husband had an ‘are-you-sure-question-mark look’ on his face. I smirked and told him, “You see, female mammals are designed to give birth. We are super beings. We have high pain threshold unlike you men and your man-flu. I can manage, don’t worry”. His face changed to ‘are-you-even-sane-puzzled-question-mark’. I raised my eyebrows and said, “Ever heard of laughing gas before? If only you had paid attention in Chemistry classes. Duh! That’s what Nitrous Oxide is. I will inhale it as and when I have pain and laugh my way through labour“. Now his face turned to ‘fine-you-know-better-but-I-am-not-at-all-convinced’.

Fast forward 7 weeks. I started getting ticklish sensation in regular intervals. It induced laughter! It was as if the foetus inside was tickling me! Laughter! I ate like a famine stricken hyena and went to the hospital. Need strength to push, you see! A mid-wife checked the contractions and told me that they have just begun and I won’t deliver at least until the next morning and asked me to go home. People were tensed about going home but I was cool. I said, “Mine is going to be a laughing labour, remember? So chill and let’s go home”.

The laughter lasted only till the night when I started feeling the pain each time a contraction occurred. Ouch, it hurt and then it was gone.  Repeated every few minutes until next morning when the interval between them was just 5 minutes. Got admitted in the hospital and learnt how to use the gas mask.

The Nitrous Oxide is usually in a cylinder connected to a mask and lies right at the head rest of the bed in the labour ward. Whenever there is pain, one needs to place the mask over the nose and mouth and inhale the gas. Easy. Easy?

Easy till the pain gets intense and you don’t have the strength to take it and place it. Imagine not being able to lift a tiny mask! That’s when the husband helped. As the contraction graph on the monitor spiked, he kept the mask on me. The exercise lasted for about 45 minutes or so until I found myself screaming for the mid-wife. I pleaded her to give me a morphine injection. Later, I was heard saying things like “If ever anyone utters a word about more children”, “That is if I survive this ordeal”, “I can do it but I can’t do it because the world’s ending”, “Adopt, people, just adopt.”, “I am going to poop, goddamnit, the baby is pushing the poop out “(that was while the baby was crowning and the doc calmly told that that’s the baby sliding out and I, supposedly, was yelling, “No that’s a different hole!”) etc., to an extent that a nurse came in and said that she could hear my screams at the other end of the corridor (to which I, apparently, explained to her that I wasn’t screaming, I was just exerting pressure to push) ! Thankfully, people inside and outside the room did not have to hear me for long.

Even the baby did not cry as soon as he was out as he still had fluids in his mouth and nose. It was just me!

A week later at the doctor’s I met the lady from the class again. She eagerly asked me, “So, did the laughing gas work?”

“Yes, it did”, I said feebly, “but on others. They laughed at my plight and I delivered!”


You are a Masterpiece!

I got this as an email from a friend. I tried to find the source but couldn’t hit upon any. I guess this is from the ‘Frozen Thoughts’, An awesome read and the author has put the message across wonderfully! Whoever it is – Great Job Boss!! 🙂

You are a Masterpiece

A plum once said, just because a banana lover came by, I converted myself into a banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a few months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter I became an apple, but he went in search of grapes. Yielding to the opinions  of so many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know  who I am. How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover.

Just because a group of people do not accept you as you are, there  is  no necessity for you to strip yourself of your originality. You  need to think good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own  estimate.  Never stoop down in order to gain recognition. Never let  go of your true self to win a relationship. In the long run, you  will regret that you traded your greatest glory – your uniqueness,  for momentary validation.

There is a world for each one of you, where you shall reign as king / queen by just being yourself. Find that world… in fact, that  world will find you.

What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold  cannot.  The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity  of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything has and everybody have been designed with a proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose  that we can fulfill only by being our unique self. You as you alone  can serve your purpose and I as I alone can serve my purpose. You  are here to be you… just you.

There was a time in this world when a Krishna was required and  he was sent; a time when a Christ was required and he was sent; a  time when a Mahatma was required and he was sent; a time when a  J.R.D.Tata was required and he was sent. There came a time when you  were required on this planet and hence you were sent. Let us be the  best we can be. Don’t miss yourself and let the world not miss you.

In the history of the universe, there has been nobody like you and to the infinite of time to come, there will be no one like you. Existence should have loved you so much that it broke the mould after making you, so that another of your kind will never get repeated. You are original. You are rare. You are unique. You are a wonder. You are a masterpiece… your Master’s piece. Celebrate your Uniqueness.

Source: Internet

In Search Of Humanity!

In this ever-changing world with mankind taking giant leaps in all walks of life, I feel that we are witnessing poverty amongst plenty. With the advancement in technology we are able to communicate with any person on the other end of the globe but we hesitate to even smile at our neighbour. We have big houses but the joint family system is vanishing. This was beautifully put by my teacher, she asked us the definition of a millisecond and we all gave out various answers. She simply nodded and said “It is the interval between the Green Signal and the first horn sound!”.

We all have studied ‘Value Education’ as a compulsory subject in school but how many of us have considered it seriously?? In the exam when we were asked to list out the good deeds of the week, we instantly write, “I helped an elderly person or a visually challenged person to cross the road” but in reality how many of us follow this? Do we follow all the moral/ethical values all through our day at school/college/workplace? While in interviews, one common scenario that is put forth is this – “You are on the way to a very important exam/interview. On the way you see that a person has met with an accident and no one is helping him out. What will you do? If you are going to stop and help him you miss out your exam/interview.” What is our response? We spontaneously say,” I will definitely help that person in some way. I will give priority to the person in need. I will be a good Samaritan.” What happens to this spontaneity when it comes to real life situations… All gone with the wind.

I have felt the wrath of this human nature. One fine day, morning 8 a.m., I was on my way back home after dropping my sister in college. God knows how it all occurred together, I was over speeding, so was a young chap ahead of me, he applied sudden brakes, I followed suit, the road was pot-holed, my vehicle skid for a few yards and me along with it and fell onto the road. The right side of my face was bleeding and I was crying out for help. All the passers-by looked down anxiously and carried on. No one bothered to see what my state was. Then a good-hearted lady(I believe that she was God in human form) came by and she started asking for help. A driver stopped his Ambassador car and said, “Let us take her home.” They parked my vehicle in an office nearby and helped me onto the car. I told them my house address and they dropped me home, which was 5 minutes drive from the spot. The driver came in and demanded Rs.200 from my mother for the timely help he made. My mother obliged and there is nothing wrong in his action, he deserves it. That lady was weeping seeing my state; she felt so very bad from hearts. She didn’t even accept the money my mother gave; my mother thrust some money into her hand and told it is the auto charge for your way back to office. She thanked and she left.  Just because of these two people’s humane nature I am in a proper shape now. All my sutures have healed and am back to normal.

Such people among human beings, people with humanity, people who follow their heart and conscience, is what we lack in this world. When we ourselves lack the most important ingredient of a good personality how are we going to take up the responsibility of building up a strong and thoughtful generation ahead of us? So many queries are unanswered and so many qualities are lacking.  So what is that we have got to do to bring in this thought revolution? We should try to inculcate good behaviour and ethical character for us to be examples for the coming generation. Let us not leave this world in this pathetic state. Let us join hands and as Micheal Jackson has told, “Heal the World, Make it a better place for you and for me and for the entire Human Race”. And I am sure that the lady who helped me (I don’t even know her name) will prove a great inspiration to all the people whose lives she has touched.

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